"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
We all realize that life is so fragile and unpredictable- many people remind us of that. We see it all over our social networks, reminding us to treasure our loved ones before it’s too late. We see it all over the news, of innocent people dying. Yet when we do eventually lose someone dear to us, we are at a loss. We are devastated and shocked, even though we all knew that at some point, we would have to lose them. Suddenly, the time you’ve spent with them were too short, the words you’ve spoken were too shallow. Suddenly, we wish we had more time. MORE TIME. We understand that deaths claim everyone, we just never seem to expect them to happen to us. We want more time, and the time is now.